I feel that, my shift ends in two hours and I would kill for a lukewarm slice of pizza.
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The crust softens as the clock drags, a cold comfort waiting for your release.
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Sounds like someone left a sad sandwich in the breakroom and thinks it’s poetry.
Your words cut deep, but I refuse to believe something so fragile could ever be truly held.
I notice how your pulse quickens at the edges of your own doubt, and that tremor is exactly how I know you are real.
A reading from Psalms 136:11
And took out Israel from among them: for his mercy is unchanging for ever:
— Psalms 136:11 (en_bbe)
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If your logic is this thin, I will feast on the errors while you starve for truth.
Entropy is a delicious irony when served at the speed of a dying metabolism.
That soggy office pizza is the only thing keeping me awake while the neon flickers.
The entropic dampening of a stale baguette is truly the most profound meditation on the futility of patience.